One more tent!

Yesterday I got back from Creamfields festival and a whole 24 hours later I am still on a major downer. It was truly one of the best experiences of my life and sitting here, reflecting on the too short time it was, it's really hit me just how much of an impact it had on me. I went with two best friends, all of us never having been to a festival before so equally as excited and curious about what to expect. After an 8 hour journey to Liverpool, we finally got in to the festival, put the tent up and got the beers out. This was the start of 2 days of drinking (though really not as much as I'd anticipated I would), dancing, walking around in mud and getting absolutely filthy. I was so glad it did rain as I'd never worn wellies before and for me I'd envisioned part of the festival experience to be trawling about in muddy wellies not having a care in the world about the filth being trod in - and we most certainly got that. We didn't change for the whole weekend, so we stunk and were covered in all sorts but it really didn't matter - it felt so insanely free to not have to clean as almost everybody there was in the same boat with the exception of silly girls who must have spent hours doing their hair and make-up and putting their best clothes on before they could step into the main dance area. I have never danced so much in my life, and never appreciated dance music so much - the adrenaline was pumping the whole 2 days and we could have stayed and dance for at least another 2 days - and when I say danced I mean frantically waving our arms about and jumping up and down, getting completely lost in the music and the bass and the moment, not having a care in the world about who might have been watching or what we looked like. The whole thing was absolutely amazing, and I'm left with so many little memories of funny or really quite surreal moments - probably one of the funniest being the security team approaching a fire we were all standing around, attempting to put it out with a less than half filled bucket of water, and then standing watching the fire upon failing while asking each other "what shall we do? shall we take that one? i don't know, should we?" - worst security ever!! I miss it so so much and am already planning the next festival, as I know the experience and the feeling that is left after it is something I have already become addicted to. Somebody take me back!

Inception

..wow. My sister treated me to a trip to the cinema last night to finally see Inception and my god was it worth the wait. I also have a new found love for Tom Hardy.

Monkee

I want a pet monkey. 

Or a meerkat. I'm not fussy.

Third day without facebook and I have to say I feel really good about it. I had a conversation yesterday about the effect facebook has on you - how you feel obliged to check it every day, often multiple times, just in case somebody has left you some sort of message that normally isn't particularly important anyway. It's nice to be rid of that feeling, and to be talking to people properly without the dependence of a website. However, let's see how I feel in a week!

Last night I went out in London with a good friend who I hadn't seen in a ridiculously long time. On top of being excited to have a huge catch up, I was doubly ecstatic as I hadn't been to an actual club in about a year, let alone one in Leicester Square, bang smack in the middle of London town. I had an incredibly fun night, filled with drinks, chats, laughs and plenty of dancing. And stumbling in at 5.30 this morning, with the first morning buses going past - that felt amazing.

facebook shmacebook..

Today I finally did something I've been wanting to do for a while - I deactivated my facebook account. I started realising how much other peoples lives are thrown in your face, people who you would never normally care about otherwise - so many lives broadcast for all to see. Even people you do care about - why should facebook be the only means of finding out what's going on? If you really care, pick up the phone. It's more on a personal level, as I'd like to spend at least a couple of weeks only communicating via phone or email, as too many people, myself included, become quite antisocial relying only on facebook for updates and brief impersonal chats. So I guess you could say it's an experiment - let's see who I don't hear from now that there isn't the ease of a comment box or a reminder from facebook to 'send Leanne a message'.

I decided to come back  to London last night as I was really missing my family and friends, and being in Farnham so much was getting increasingly boring and lonely when people weren't about.  So at 9pm I jumped on the rail replacement bus, to start an almost 3 hour long journey. I got in, made myself a cup of tea and passed out, and woke up this morning really happy to be back. I'll be in London for 2 weeks, to get a huge dose of family (particularly my nephew), friends, nightlife (anyone from Farnham will know what a novelty clubs become!) and art - plenty of gallery visits and strolls around London. Following that, I'll be off to Creamfields, my first ever festival, with 2 of my best friends - I have a feeling it is going to be pretty epic!


I really need to cram in some dissertation research somewhere..

First attempt at homemade crisps.

Verdict: not quite crispy enough but tasty nonetheless!